Extra Log #2 - Part One

"Never say what you mean, all I hear is a scream!"

     The abrupt, jarring sound of my alarm clock radio disrupted me from my peaceful slumber.  I immediately sat up, with eyes cracked wide open, out of startlement and looked from left to right frantically.  Teeth gritting, my fragile eyes winced from the harmful glares of the sun slitting through the bedroom window blinds.  I promptly shielded them with a right forearm.

     The radio resting on my small white dresser resumed blaring the song, "Never say that to me!  Never say that to me!  Wipe that SHIT off your face!  Let's not stop till we bleed!  The more you spit out your mouth the less I believe!"

     "Denial, seems it had to come...  Relied on me to say it all!  Denial has LEFT YOU ALL ALONE-"

     I bellowed angrily at the noisy clock, "That's enough!", before hammering my solid fist down onto it repeatedly until bits started flying off.  The obnoxious music finally quelled as silence filled the room once again, although the lyrics continued lingering inside my head like a song left on auto-loop.  "I don't even like Sevendust!" I grumbled under my breath, knowing which band the song belonged to.

     Stretching the stiffness out of my arms, I lousily tossed the comforters aside and made haste to the lavatory with an intention of 'bleeding the lizard'.  After I had relieved my kidneys, I stood before the sink and raised the single lever upward straightly.  A perpetual stream of water gushed out from the faucet as I slowly stuck a right hand in to determine its temperature.  Not too hot.  Not too cold.  It was perfect.  Nudging the lever over to the left a little, I felt the rushing water suddenly become slightly warmer.  Satisfied with this tolerable degree, I let go of the lever and began lathering both tainted hands with orange-scented liquid soap.

     After accomplishing the first step of my morning ritual, I moved on to the next one: brushing my teeth.  I closed my eyes and let out a tedious yawn while rummaging the cabinet for toothpaste.  Grabbing the said product, I then grabbed the toothbrush.  The white, plastic dental tool looked dull from years of usage; a couple of its bristles were missing and some pointed in several directions.  Regardless, it was still usable, and I didn't want to burden myself buying a new one just yet.  I always preferred making my money's worth by using them until they'd become obsolete.

     With step two completed, it was time for me to take a shower and get dressed for work.  All of a sudden my pupils shrank to the size of pins as realization struck me fast like lightning.

     "Is this my old home...?" I whispered to myself.  Sure enough it was; same old white carpet, same old bed I slept and awoke on, same old (abused) alarm clock, and same old bathroom.  I didn't know what was going on.  The last thing I remembered was that I told Fluttershy I was going to write an entry in my journal before going to bed.  Then it struck me.  Either it was a trick by a certain draconequus or a dream.  I (obviously) picked the former.  "I swear, if this is some kind of prank, Discord, I sure as hell ain't laughin'."

     I figured this could had been a part of his shenanigans.  Discord and I had this "bond" where our friendship revolved around pranking ourselves or others, and frankly that's how it's kinda been since we met.  He could pull unexpected stunts mortals like myself couldn't, but there were times I'd catch him off guard.  And knowing him, he'd be the kind of jerk behind the whole gag.

     Given the silent treatment I had been receiving, I was growing more anxious.  "Okay.  Seriously.  You got me, now come out." I submitted to the God of Chaos in question.

     Normally Discord would make a random entry whenever he was called out.  Yet he didn't show up.  It then occurred to me that it wasn't a prank.  I mused on the last and only option: it had to be a dream.  Confirming that it was, I indulged myself in a state of meditation; an attempt to create a mental image that could be brought to life.  Eyelids shut tight, brows heavily narrowed, I rubbed my temples pouring every ounce of my concentration on something simple: a cup full of chocolate milk.

     Out of nowhere, breaking my chain of focus, a feminine voice echoed from the living room.

     She chortled hysterically, "Ahahaha!  This entertainment, it amuses us!"

     "Us?" I questioned, musing the 'third-person' remark.